People were fleeing from the prosecutors' wing of the courthouse as fast as their legs could carry them. At first, Edgeworth had thought it was his imagination, but then he became concerned that there was a fire and he had somehow failed to hear the alarm. He stopped one of the office workers to ask what was going on and the man in extremely fast and agitated German explained, "Your sister! She has everyone running in fear, sir!"

Miles let go of the man's arm and nodded his permission for the worker to continue fleeing. He had not seen Franziska in a few weeks despite the fact they shared the same residence and worked in the same building. They commuted separately and lived in different wings of the von Karma mansion and with the caseload she currently had on his shoulders he hadn't been surprised, but it seemed to him now that perhaps he might have been missed after all. He smirked a little. Perhaps his dear Franziska could use some company. He wasn't scared of her after all; he knew how to handle her.

As he approached the office he heard the crashing of objects hitting the floor and walls and for the first time felt some fear of her. Had she gone mad? He took a deep breath. While Franziska and he both worked to an extreme that others might have a breakdown, he doubted that Franziska von Karma could succumb to something as commonplace as extreme mental exhaustion.

He opened the door to her office and slipped in. Franziska stood facing the front of her desk shouting at herself in a mixture of at least four languages. He could recognize Portuguese, English, and German for sure but he also thought there might have been some Latin and Spanish through in for good measure. It was obvious his sister was coming slightly unglued. Her office, usually so neatly organized with alphabetized volumes of books and ledgers, looked as if a cyclone had tossed it about. The only thing left intact were items in plastic bags on her desk, the evidence for that afternoon's trial.

Miles smiled to himself. She may be having a breakdown but she was still no foolish fool. The evidence had to be protected at all costs. He reached behind him and locked the office door. He intended to speak to announce his arrival, but at that moment Franziska's wrath met a new target and she picked the nameplate off her desk and threw it.

"Stupid! Stupid girl! Unworthy of the von Karma name. You must do better than this. You must!!" She shouted through evident sobs.

"Franziska." He said her name gently so as not to startle her. He felt oddly like he was trying to talk someone off of a ledge they were intending to throw themselves off of.

He saw her pick up her whip that was lying on the right hand corner of her desk and she twirled to face him, ever on the defensive.

"What do you want Miles?! Have you come to laugh at me, too?" She clenched the whip in her gloved hands stretching it menacingly at him while gritting her teeth, but he seemed immune to her imposing glare.

"No, I came because I'm worried about you. You're scaring the subordinates and one of the maids told me that you barely had the energy to make it into bed the other night."

His kind words had little effect on her. She continued gritting her teeth.

"The only thing you need to worry about is that I will present a less than perfect case and allow a serial killer to go free. This criminal MUST be found guilty!"

Miles knew Franziska's case was challenging and disturbing. The murderer, a sniper, choose his victims completely at random. Rumor had it he just liked to play god. He was a danger to society and needed to be locked up for the rest of his life, but there was scant little evidence. It would be a most challenging case to prove. He felt sorry for her. Franziska and he could never feel ok with simply doing the best they could do. They strove to do more than their best. Their goal was nothing less than perfection and it was an elusive goal. A goal that could drive one to madness.

"Miles, why did they give me this case? You should have it. Miles Edgeworth, come here and look at this evidence-" It hurt her pride intensely to admit she needed help, but she knew that what was most important was to ensure this villain was found guilty and Edgeworth was a far more talented lawyer than she. Her father had known it and she knew it.

"Franziska, you will do fine."

"Fine is not good enough, dear brother! I MUST have the perfect case, the perfect presentation. You MUST help me."

Miles knew that often it helped to have multiple minds working together on a problem, but he had faith in her abilities, far more faith than she afforded herself.

"I will help you."

Franziska looked relieved and setting her whip back down turned her back on Miles to grab a baggie of evidence. Edgeworth saw his chance and came up behind her and kissed her neck as he grabbed the whip.

"Miles, not now! I must review all this evidence. You must help me."

She turned to him and was shocked to find that he was holding her whip with smug satisfaction upon his face.

"Miles Edgeworth, you put that down! NOW!! You need to be helping me."

He nodded. "That's what I'm doing, dear sister." And he launched himself at her using the whip to tie her wrists together and bend her backward over the desk careful to not disturb the five bags of evidence.

Franziska was livid. "I did not give you permission!! Miles! Brother! What do you think you are doing?!"

"I'm helping you. You have worked and prepared. There is no way I can help you with this case. You are ready, but you will lose this case if you don't relax so I am going to help you."

He hooked her tied hands on the knob of one of her desk drawers and knelt in front of her and pulled down her undergarments. Franziska was shocked. They never did anything remotely sexual at work. There was a time and a place for pleasure and they both knew it was NOT in the prosecutor's office. They were too professional to have ever even considered doing such things, but here Edgeworth was undressing her.

Had he gone insane, she wondered?

Franziska was protesting and had even resorting to trying to call for help.

"My darling, you've scared them all away and you aren't really going to start shouting rape now."

His tongue found her clit and gently tickled it and she inhaled deeply. She had taught him well how to make her feel good and now it was going to come in handy. His tongue moved her flesh gently back and forth and even though she was cursing him in German claiming she had so much more prep work to do her thighs raised up to meet his tongue whenever it slipped away. Miles smiled devilishly. He was finally getting the better on his domineering lover. He pulled a leg on either side of his head and started licking her entire crevice exploring it with his tongue.

Franziska's swearing started to give way to moaning and he found himself closing his eyes as he lapped at her, enjoying the sounds his efforts brought forth from her. In between her moans she panted out his name with each exhalation a breathy "miles". He wanted to answer her back. To tell her how he adored making her feel good how he loved her and her obsessive nature, but his mouth was occupied so he merely channeled that desire into more impassioned exploration of her body.

Her pelvis arched and swayed as if looking for something it could not find.

"Oh, please come into me. Please."

He was surprised by her choice of words. Since when did she ask nicely for anything? His spoiled little princess seemed to be learning some manners and it made him laugh in spite of his concentration on her loins.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes, Miles, yes!!" She panted. He had not expected this. He had merely wanted to relax her, distract her, but he knew it would not be fair to her to make her beg no matter how much fun it would be for him. He would get the upper hand again one of these days. And so he undid his pants and lowered them and holding one of her legs on each side of him slid into her in one swift motion.

Her mouth fell open and her murmurs were immediately silenced as though her vocal cords had suddenly vanished. She was silent as he thrusted into her and pulled back out rocking her hips on his. It felt pleasant and seeing her tied up only served to excite him and so he pushed a little harder and a little faster and then a little more so again until he was humping her crazily and her voice suddenly returned in animal like howls and yelps.

"There! There! Right there!!" She commanded apparently forgetting who was the captain on this pleasure cruise, but Miles didn't mind. She wasn't thinking about the von Karma legacy or villainous snipers. She was merely feeling what it was to be human and be alive. It was a gift she had given him when he needed it and he was happy to return it to her.

"OH, OH, OH, MILES!!!" He felt a sudden influx of warm fluids so much that some even leaked down onto the floor and the thought that he had driven her once again to her difficult to achieve climax sent him onto his and as he was exploding within her he leaned forward and said in a voice so low he wasn't sure she would hear him, "I love you."

It wasn't until he went to step away from her that he realized how truly inappropriate their actions had been. This was their workplace and it was possible that they could have been heard, but as he unhooked Franziska and her lips found his earlobe and she nibbled at it and ran her tongue up and down it he found himself not caring about the fact they were at the office.

He wrapped his arms around his still bound beauty as she attacked his face and neck with love bites.

"Do you feel better?"

She nodded.

He was surprised she wasn't ordering him to untie her and just as he deduced things in his work he found himself realizing that she might find it enjoyable. His lips twitched as he envisioned tying her up in all kinds of positions in future. After all, keeping Franziska happy was a kind of public service.

He placed his hand on the side of her face and their lips met. She smashed her face into his and took a deep breath.

"Relaxed?"

She nodded slowly.

"Alright, then I'll release you."

He untied her wrists and she adjusted her garments before he placed the whip in her hand.

She stood there holding it, looking slightly disoriented and her wide eyes reminded him of how she had looked as a teenager.

"Miles, are you coming to the trial?" Her eyes looked so innocent.

"Yes, I have some work to do in my office first, but I'll be there."

She grabbed his hand. He had never seen her so fragile and he felt a sense of honor that she trusted him that much.

"Miles!" She threw her arms around him and their lips met yet again.

"I should let you go now," Miles told her.

She still looked uncertain.

"Franziska. I have a great deal of respect for your father, but he never appreciated your skills as much as he should have. You are extremely talented and determined and he never should have made you live in my shadow or his. You can do this without me."

"But-"

"I will be there, but only to marvel at your perfection- and your extraordinary beauty. Nothing more."

Miles turned away from her.

"I love you, too." It was such a faint whisper he wondered if he imagined it.

He turned back towards her, but she had already returned to her desk readying herself for the trial. Still hearing her say those words brought a feeling of great warmth to him. He enjoyed knowing he was no longer alone in the world. He stood for a moment admiring her backside thinking that if they weren't at work and if the trial wasn't starting soon that he would have scooped her up and ravaged her like he never had before. A smile grew across his lips and she turned her whip stretched high above her head.

"Miles Edgeworth, call home and give the servants the night off. You will be celebrating my victory in court with punishment for your insolence." Her whip came in contact with him and the sting sent an erotic pulse through his body.

He bowed his head, "As you wish, darling."

Watching Prosecutor von Karma from the gallery Miles had never felt more proud of her. Compared to the defense she had not only done superior investigating but also presented her case with greater confidence. Instead of spouting off in moments of irritation she merely stretched her whip and took a deep breath to refocus herself. Their training of one another seemed to be helping.

Coming into the courtroom late one of the detectives seated herself by Miles.

"Prosecutor Edgeworth, what did you do to Prosecutor von Karma? Did you give her a pep talk or something?"

Miles bit the inside of his lip to stop himself from exposing to their subordinate more than he was willing to reveal.

"Yes, we talked. I helped her to calm down so she wouldn't feel so stressed."

"Wow. You must really have a way of getting through to her."

"We understand one another."

"You really love her don't you?"

Miles smiled and studied the lines of Franziska's outstretched arm as she spoke to the court. She was magnificent. "You would be hard pressed to find another brother who loves his sister the way that I love Franziska."

The detective nodded. He was too absorbed watching Franziska's domination of the courtroom to ponder the meaning in Miles carefully chosen words, but Miles smiled at his little joke. He knew that his brotherly love would be taken advantage of that night many times over by Prosecutor von Karma and her leather whip and he was very much looking forward to it.